Sunday, June 20, 2010

My Dad


My father was a gentle man who died quite young as a result of his alcoholism. He did not really "fit" into this world and he suffered physically (from severe injuries in a military plane crash) and emotionally all his adult life. I miss him. He understood my love of horses... he built barns for me with his own hands, then with his money when he couldn't do it himself, physically. We suffered watching him drink - not just for what it did to us as a family, but for how it harmed him. In the early 1970's, police would drive him home (drunk), thinking they were doing him a favor... doctors refused to help (until the VA hospital showed compassion). Society sort of condoned the use of excess alcohol... I guess. The world seems more aware now. I'm glad. It is hard to see a loved one "waste" his life. My father was a gentle man who did not know how to tame his demons. I love him and I miss him and I'm so glad I knew him. Happy Father's Day, Daddy!
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Horses Heal Us

If you can get you out of the way when you come to your horse, he will show you how to shift your position within the field to a place that supports and nurtures your soul. It's all about how you feel and you empower those feelings and they create your reality and your horse is ready to show you how to feel magnificent.

Compassion not Compulsion

In all of our relationships, the light of integrity is held by Compassion. If we consider something other than our own motives and agendas, we can open to living a real life outside of the world of illusion. With animals, we will establish communication instead of domination. With loved ones, we will share our very souls. With humanity, we will become beacons of reason and unconditional love. We will shift ourselves and those who resonate with Nature to a higher kind of love and life where the demoralizing of others is simply not accepted.

be a lamp unto yourself

be a lamp unto yourself